Faraway, not close

Green light, Seven Eleven

You stop in for a pack of cigarettes 

You don't smoke, don't even want to 

I see you check your change 

Dressed up like a car crash 

The wheels are turning but you're upside down 

You say when he hits you, you don't mind

Because when he hurts you, you feel alive 

Is that what it is?

Red lights, grey morning 

You stumble out of a hole in the ground 

A vampire or a victim 

It depend's on who's around 

You used to stay in to watch the adverts

You could lip synch to the talk show hosts And if you look, you look through me

And if you talk it's not to me 

And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay... then the night would give you up 

Stay, and the day would keep its trust 

Stay, and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close 

Up with the static and the radiowaves

With satelite television 

You can go anywhere 

Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call 

And if you jump, you just might fall 

And if you shout I'll only hear you If I could stay... then the night would give you up

Stay then the day would keep its trust 

Stay with the demons you drowned

Stay with the spirit I found 

Stay and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning 

It's quiet and there's no one around 
Just the bang and the clatter 

As an angel runs to ground 

Just the bang and the clatter 

As an angel hits the ground

没能见到她和她，却碰见了他们，听到了她的名字
每一个人，都离我如此遥远，人生不相见，动如参与商